Page 100 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose shakes his head, cutting me off. “Water is great for me, too.”
“Are you sure? I’m being a terrible host,” I sigh. “If I’dknown we were going to stay here, I would’ve had something better to drink.” Not that I have any clue when I would’ve had time to do that.
A soft, almost indulgent smile spreads across Ambrose’s lips as he turns back to me. “Are you kidding? I had the best possible drink just a bit ago.”
I groan at his flirtation, but it secretly makes my pussy pulse with an aftershock of pleasure.
He joins me on the couch, passing me a paper towel and my carton of sesame chicken. His heady scent makes my mind a little fuzzy now that he’s close to me again. It’s more intense than earlier, making my omega want to forget the food and curl up against his chest and purr.
“Need anything else, sweetheart?”
The question startles me out of my reverie and I blink back at Ambrose for a second before realizing that he asked me a question. I shake my head and quickly shove a bite of food into my mouth to hide my weirdness.
He watches for my reaction and I flush a little as a small, pleased sound escapes me. “Mmm, it’s good. Thank you so much for getting this.”
Ambrose grins back at me. “Anytime.” He takes a bite of his lo mein and nods. “Worth the trek up and down the stairs, for sure.”
At his mention of taking the stairs, I realize why his scent is much stronger now. Poor man sweated in his nice shirt and suit pants. “Shit, here I am being rude again. Would you like to get changed into something more comfortable?”
Ambrose looks down at his clothes with a slight frown. “Do you have another robe? Because other than this, I just have my boxers and undershirt.”
“I don’t, but I don’t see a problem with that.” I do my bestto give him a flirty smile, even though the movement isn’t natural for me.
He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, if you insist.” Ambrose starts with his shirt, and I try not to stare as he unbuttons it and shrugs it off. His undershirt is tight across thick chest and stomach, and there’s a generous dusting of brown and silver hair peeking out of the neckline, which my omega really likes.
When his hand drops to his belt, it draws my eyes to his crotch like a magnet. My mouth goes dry when he raises his hips to tug his pants down and he’s left in only his boxer briefs.
I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t stop. He’s hard, and it’s a little obscene how clear of an outline I can see of his thick cock through the tight fabric.
Ambrose groans softly and my eyes flash back up to his face. “Eat your food, baby girl,” he says, voice thick.
Heat floods my cheeks at being caught ogling him, but the squirmy embarrassment feels kind of good.
I like when he tells me what to do.
I like him knowing that he makes it hard to behave.
Willing my omega and pussy to calm down, I drink some water and start in on my food again.
There’s a comfortable silence as we both eat for a bit. Which, given the fact that we’re both half naked and on what is essentially our first date, seems monumental.
“It’s so strange. I feel like I already know you, but really, I don’t.”
Ambrose nods. “Same.” A shy smile curves his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “It makes me wonder what it will be like in a few months. What being with you will feel like in a year. In a decade.”
My eyebrows raise and he flushes more. “Shit, sorry, I know I’m getting aheadof myself.”
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “The bond must make that happen, because I imagine it too.”
His eyes light up. “Yeah?”
I giggle at his excitement. “Yeah. But before we plan that, maybe we should do some get to know you questions?”
Ambrose nods. “Absolutely. Anywhere in particular you want to start?”
I take a moment to consider, trying to pick something that’s a little deeper than your standard first date questions since I think we’re past trivial topics. “So, uh, why do you enjoy telling me what to do?”
His eyes widen and I worry I went too deep, too fast, but his steady smile returns. “It’s not really a power thing for me, if that’s what you’re asking. It has more to do with my alpha’s intense desire to take care of and provide for others. If we agree I get to make the decisions, then it’s easier for my alpha to give you all the things I want to. Selfish, I know.”
